CLASS OF 1917

On the night before the Harvard game we ducked into the University Club in Boston rather early, and found Butch Sherman there holding up one of the columns in the lobby. That made two of us, and we started making the rounds of the club, calling " '17 up" in loud whispers. Up in the lounge we found a very properous appearing gentleman who answered to the name of Ping Doty, and as the three of us meandered into the hall, out of the elevator stepped tall Phil Evans and the staid lawyer Barrows. Now there was no question about there being a 1917 dinner.

Thence up to the fourth floor, where George Currier was on hand representing the Boston committee who had made the arrangements for the dinner. George had made his usual ten pounds per year gain in weight. From now on the gang began to drift in along with the first course of a verysatisfying dinner.

Up at the head table two of the distinguished guests from out of town held forth: Tommy Thompson from Brockton and Eddie McGowan from down in Maine. Eddie, by the way, was entertaining lavishly during the later evening in his large suite at the Copley Plaza.

It wasn't long before Pete Robie found himself in voice and began scouting around for campus quartet candidates. Hank Loudon, Bunny Holden, and Heinie Wright answered the call; although it wasn't long before there were several calls of "Who let Holden into the quartet?"

Among others who were gathered around the tables there were Sunny Sanborn, Bill Fitch, Jack Saladine, Sherm Smith, Lanky Sault, Spike Maclntyre, Mil Palin, Len Shea, Howie Stockwell, and Win Scudder.

There was a piano down in one corner of the room, and it wasn't long before the campus quartet was augmented into a regular man-sized hum. A good many other classes were holding dinners in nearby rooms; and there was a fine opportunity to renew old acquaintances in the classes that were in college with us.

I can't imagine any more pleasant- way to spend an evening once in a while; and one of the principal reasons that this has been written up at such great length is in hopes it may start occasional class reunions in other sections where you can get together four or five or more of the gang every so often. All you have to do is put in a few phone calls, pass the word around when you run into a Seventeener; and you've done one thing that will keep you out of that narrow rut that we all tend to settle into as we creep on towards being "fat and forty."

Secretary, , 90 Colony Road, Longmeadow, Mass.